Dark

I love the dark, when the room's all bright and you flick a switch and it plummets into the blankets of shades of monochrome. Somehow it's different. When there's light, theres a sense of responsibility. My mind regards it as a connection to work, to tasks, and everything that falls under that category. This is why I cannot sleep when there's light, even the small blinking one of my laptop, it just says that there's things to be done and my day don't complete yet. But when the world is enveloped in black, my mind is set free from my tired body, it is no longer at the control station to force my body into motion, it retires for the night. Y